Everyone was vulnerable.
That was the part of a town rivalry that sucked, but it was the truth. You didn’t know what your adversary would do—if they’d go after someone considered innocent or weak, or if they’d step up and face off against someone equal to them. We’d never fought against this group from Fallen Crest Academy.
Cross explained that he had done just what he’d told Zeke. He’d called a few people and asked who ran their school. Everyone said Zeke Allen, so he’d gotten the details on him. I hadn’t known he did that. No one did, but we were damn glad he had. Because we’d showed a small edge over them, they’d walked out with a prickle of fear. That small prickle could double, triple, grow and grow until we went against them again. Psychological warfare. I’d never known Cross to be
